It's a paperbkryter kind of day...

And Paper is staring at this now trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me.

First, a rec.

Pineapple Upsidedown Cake by paperbkryter

Smallville/Lilo & Stitch crossover. Vewy, vewy funny, and I've never seen Lilo & Stitch (although right now, I'm seriously wanting to see it). Aliens folks. Big dumb aliens and little blue aliens that have a facination with eggheads. *g* Go, read, laugh, cry.

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Last night I decided to pick up some light reading right before bed. Just something to lull me to sleep. So I picked up an old romance novel, "Remembrance" by Jude Devereaux. Okay, first of all, there is mention in the book of two cities in Texas, "Dallas and Houston, one city which has a mall called the Galleria and one city which doesn't." So I died laughing, because at this point in time, I understand that part.

There was also a description of a character in there that reminded me of Paper. I blame that on what happened later.

So I woke up at 4:30 this morning, all befuzzled because my alarm doesn't go off until 6 am. So I went back to sleep. This of course means that I had a dream that I remembered, since I was in the midst of my sleep cycle when the alarm went off.

Needless to say, Paper was a bridesmaid in my sister's wedding and we were all asked to meet at my Gran's house for lunch. And then we were at my apartment (me and Paper) and there were children (two of them, a boy and a girl) that kept sneaking in every time I opened the door, and then there was a third child, and someone was trying to take them, so Paper and I were on the run, and someone put bubble bath in the car's air conditioning system, so the car kept foaming.

It would be a good time to point out that plot and point are never featured in my dreams. They are all very, very weird.

But Paper! We got a foamy car!

Oooohh, a quiz!

And for some reason, I think that one segways nicely into the next one.



Hee. That's really funny, considering I told my grandmother the other night that I was perfectly fine being single, that I wasn't going to stress about it, and that if I hit 35 and haven't met a man, I'm adopting. This helps (in minute, inconsequential ways) to prove my point. *g*